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**S, W.B.DuBAY 

H Editor 


Assistant Editors 

Sir Robert Draftstree-Bat- 
tlesherrv ventured to the 
tes seeking' the 
im 1 1 but 
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found instead, rocked the 
very pillars of modern 
scientific thought! 

Painter was different! "&Sfik 

His body refused to be af- JTMM 

fected by whatever it was lm-k% 

that had turned his tribe -f%fc\ 

into beasts. And Painter, !M$JF 


For six weeks the 01 biter 
had monitored the planet, 
recording and evaluating 
every event on its sur- 
face. Now, its monitoring 
over, a glistening silver 
hand thrust at the con- 
trols. It was time for the 
savages to meet god! 
By Alabaster Redzone ant 



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By Frank Thorne 


One of the biggest reasons 
why I like 1984 is that it is 
a publication wherein the 
reader is allowed to say what he 
feels without being censored. In- 
deed, you seem to encourage 
healthy arguments and verbal vul- 
garities as long as they make in- 
teresting reading. 

Well, I don't know how interest- 
ing this letter is going to be, but I 
do have a bitch I would like to get 
off my chest. 

A lot of what I read in the letters 
pages of the Warren magazines, 
praises Jim Warren on his innova- 
tion for publishing black and 
white comic books, and applauds 
his ardent desire to print only the 
best absolute best in illustrated 
stories. Well, I think that's all 

First of all, Warren hasn't had 
an original magazine idea in twen- 
ty years. He continually repeats 
the same successful Famous Mon- 
sters formula with these rip-off 
movie one-shots that he has been 
flooding the market with in recent 
months. And his comic magazines 
have remained essentially un- 
changed since he stole the idea for 
CREEPY # 1 . . . 

1984, like all the Warren 
magazines, is nothing more than 
a hodge-podge collection of unre- 
lated Bhort stories. There is no 
meat to any of it. Hasn't anyone 
ever told Warren that the short 
story is dead? Just once I would 
like to see him publish a book 
length epic: Something with sub- 
stance, and originality that his 
readers can sink their teeth into. 

Oh sure, he's come close, with a 
couple of book-length Vampirella 
stories, and a few Rook stories 
that have fallen just short of the 
mark because they were never 
given the necessary room to ex- 
pand. But if you don't like blood- 
lusting aliens and time travelling 
adventurers, even these were un- 

Why can't we, just once, have a 
book-length science fiction novel- 
la in 1984? I mean cover- to- cover, 
with none of this continued -next - 
isBue shit!? Why can't we have 
substance in the comics? 

If anyone can do it, I know War- 
ren can. His eighty-page maga- 
zine formats are the perfect prov- 
ing grounds for these graphic 
super-novels. What say, guys? At 
least try it! 

Reeds ville. Wise. 


Like all of your regular readers 
and ardent followers. I read with 
some trepidation your announce- 
ment in issue #6 that Frank 
Thome would soon make his "mo- 
mentous" debut in 1984. 

I knew that Thome's appear- 
ance within your pages would, by 
necessity of space alone, force one 
of the other fine artists out of the 
pages of the magazine. And know- 
ing that Estebim Maroto's Idi 
Amin series would soon betaking 
its final bows, I logically assumed 
that Thorne would be Maroto's 

I will not deny that the mere 
thought of it made me quake with 
not a little fear over the future of 
1984. How could Thome, a long- 
time comic book hack, replace my 
all-time favorite comic magazine 
illustrator? Would this presage vi- 
sions of more to come? Other, 
lesser funny book illuminaries 
taking over for the peerless 
talents that have made 1984 so 
great? Ah, I feared, it wsb the be- 
ginning of the end. 

And then came 1984 #7. Thorne 
was in, Maroto was out . . . just as 
I had anticipated. But miracle of 
miracles, I could scarce believe my 
eyes. Thome's "Ghita" far sur- 
passed anything that I had ever 
Been illustrated by my former ar- 
tistic favorite Maroto. It has style 
and flair and wit, and a heroine 
that makes Maroto's girls look 
sick. Ghita is alive, thanks to 
Thome's breathtaking art and en- 
thralling storyline . She is. 
without a doubt, the best thing 
about 1984. 

Whitmire, S.C. 

Let me tell you quite frankly that I 
have never read Marvel's Red Son- 
ja comic book series. Ardent chau- 
vinist that I am, the very idea of a 
female Conan nauseated me be- 
yond mere words. And. quite 
frankly, when I read your an- 
nouncement in 1984 #6 that 
Frank Thorne was soon to do his 
all-new improved version of Red 
Sonja for 1984, I was aghast, dis- 
heartened and ready to cancel my 
subscription to what I had 
thought was going to be a fine and 
innovative magazine. 

And then came 1984 #7. With 
Thome's "Ghita," making her de- 
but appearance. To be quite hon- 
est with you, I read every other 
story in the issue, and then put 
the magazine aside not having the 
least desire to read the Ghita tale. 

But something made me go 
back. Some intangible urging 
would not permit me to cast 1984 
aside until every word, every line 
of art was perused and evaluated. 

Slowly, hesitantly, I began 
"Ghita" . . . and was instantly, ir- 
reversibly mesmerized! 

Thome's miraculous art, his 
dual prologue with both Ghita and 
her Antedeluvian city being rav- 
ished simultaneously, were pure 
delight to behold. 

Thorne made me instantly love 
Ghita and the tumbumpjng old 
sot, Thenef. Oh sure, it's obvious 
that he has stolen the best of Red 
Sonja, with more than a passing 
nod to Vampirella and her own be- 
sotted prestigatator. But his well- 
plotted, craftily- penned tale made 
me fall instantly in love with his 
characters. And now, quite the op- 
posite of how I felt when I began 
reading this issue of 1984, I can- 
not watt for the second and future 
installments of this comic classic. 

I guess you guys up there be- 
hind the editorial desks knew 
what you were blowing your horn 
about! With Gita and Thome you 
really have something to be proud 

Maupin, Ore. 


Rudy Neb res and Alabaster Red- 

zone are doing a really fine job on 
the continuing epic "Twilight's 

So far I've been engrossed by 
both chapters of the story, and 
while I'm still not sure exactly 
where it is I am being taken, I 
know that I'm having a lot of fun 
getting there. 

Smyrna, Del. 


I never thought I'd see a story like 
"Kaiser Warduke and the Indis- 
pensable Jasper Gemstone" with- 
in a magazine like 1984. I was 
under the impression that you 
folks were supposed to be produc- 
ing an innovative, thought-provok- 
ing and intelligent comic book fea- 
ture for an adult readership. Rich 
Margopoulos' "Kaiser Warduke" 
wbb none of those things. It was 
utter garbage! 

While the story started out on a 
respectable enough though cliche 
premise (the Big War, mutants, 
etc.), it deteriorated quickly into a 
nonsensical string of disjointed 
one-liners which led ub on a wear- 
ing trip through mediocre Marvel- 
style battle scenes and a downbeat 
conclusion that served no purpose 
whatsoever and only blatantly il- 
lustrated that the story lacked 
both plot and purpose. 

If this is the calibre of work 
of which Margopoulos is capable 
these days, then I say blackball 
the hack from the pages of comics 
forever! It is so-called "writers" 
like these who are singing the 
death knell of the medium. 

Derry, N.H. 

Okay, you guys have had your 
fling poking fun at Marvel Com 
les' senseless and repetitive mus- 
cle-bound hero action tales. And 
your little satire didn't come off 
any better than the mindless tripe 
that's being spewn out so regu- 
larly over at that rival comics pub- 
lisher. So let's not Bee any more 
crap like "Kaiser Warduke and 
the Indispensable Jasper Gem- 

Northfield, N.J. 

I really like 1984 for it's truly ex- 
cellent comic book art. When I buy 
a copy of the magazine, I know 
sight unseen, that I am about to be 
treated to the absolute finest com- 
ic art to see print today. 

Rich Corben, Alex Nino, Rudy 
Nebres, Jose Ortiz, and now 
Frank Thome 

What I'd like to know, though, is 
how, among all these shining 
stars of the comics field, did a 
hack like Jimmy Janes find his 
way into the pages of suoh an 
otherwise excellent magazine? 
Even the incomparable rendering 
of Alfredo Alcala cannot cover up 
Janes' blatant artistic thievery. 

The man is not an artiBt. He is a 
Xerox machine, reproducing some 
of the most mundane Marvel Com- 
ics work ever published. Couldn't 
you please dump Janes and give 
us 100% pure, untainted Alfredo 

Roseland, N.J. 


1984 #7 was a classic for one 
reason alone: Alex Nino's imagi- 
native and purely exciting art. 

With each passing issue, Nino's 
artistic expertise actually seems 
to improve. His varying tech- 
niques give his work a freshness 
that is not seen in the work of 
even the truly great illustrations 
produced by Jose Ortiz, Alfredo 
Alcala, Richard Corben or any of 
the other 1984 regulars. 

And this issue's Nino offering 
was particularly fine because 
there was so much more of it. Two 
stories, and both fourteen pages 
in length. I was in Heaven! 

I hope we'll be seeing more 
issues of 1984 like this in the fu- 
ture, with more of Nino's master- 
ful art. 

Farmington, Mass. 

My favorite funny book artist is 
Alex Nino. There is no other illus- 
trator working in the medium to- 
day who exercises such originali- 
ty, such flair, such boundless 
imagination in liis art. 

Just look at that magnificent fu- 
turistic city on the splash page of 
"Teleport 2010." Has anything 
more inspired ever sprung from 
the imagination of a mere man? 
Nino is a geniuB. He is also the 
main reason why I regularly pur- 
chase 1984. 

Howell, Mich. 

Two Alex Nino stories per issue is 
not enough! Any chance of having 
him illustrate an entire issue of 
1984 . . . cover to cover? 

Wilsall, Mont. 

Ah, if only he could, Charlie! But 
we're afraid that It would take up 
so much of Alex's time as to pre- 
clude his regular monthly work 
for 1984. And we wouldn't want 
an issue to go by without Alex's 
fanciful illustrations gracing our 
pages. Would you? 


Rudy Nebres' artwork for Warren 
Publishing is the absolute best 
work in his comics illustrating 
career. It is so detailed, so fluent 
and so engrossing that he actually 
makes me feel as though I am on 
the far-away worlds he is illustra- 

I was enjoying my usual feeling 
of displaced euphoria as I read the 
second installment of his truly en- 
grossing "Twilight's End" saga, 
until, that is, I came upon the 
third page in that story, at which 
point I had to just stop, and shud- 
der with delight. 

The exquisite use of tonal values 
on that page lent a quality and 
depth of realism to NebreB' art 
which, as excellent as it is, seems 
to have been lacking before, and 
was truly stunning to behold. 

Wouldn't it be possible for Rudy 
to "color" all of his pages with 
varying values, as he did this one? 
It would make his already-beauti- 
ful black and white art ever so 
much more pleasant to look at! 

Hayward, Calif. 


1984 #7 was very different from 
the preceding six issues of the 
magazine. Noticeably different. 

The entire tone of the magazine 
seemed altered to me. Gone were 
the clever little barbs and witti- 
cisms, and sadly lacking were 
those small touches of genius 
which have, to this point, made 
the magazine so great. 

It took me awhile to figure out 
why the stories seemed so differ- 
ent, but intellect that I am, it even- 
tually hit me. There wasn't one 
story in the issue by that was au- 
thored by that duo of double-en- 
tentred debauchery, Jim Sten- 
strum and Bill DuBay. Instead, we 
were gifted with the mediocre 
mundanity of Budd Lewis, Gerry 
Boudreau and Rich Margopoulos. 
It was just like the good old days 
when those "talents ' reigned su- 
preme within the Warren maga- 
zines. I didn't like them way back 
when. And I like them even less 

So what's happened? Has quar- 
terback Dube and his star receiver 
stepped aside to let the second 
string take the field and try for 
the elusive winning points? I sure 
hope not, because the second str- 
ing just isn't making it anymore. 

Us loyal fans want to see that 
all-star team back in action. We 
want the genius that has made 
1984 what it is! Give us back 
Stenstrum and Dube. 

Grandy, Minn. 




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Holy Place. ^k power men call God. 


children were 
ed with sorrow. From 
the safety of their 
mountain, they watch- 
ed a civilization die! 

Because he had 
vived, there would be a 
new order. 

The old ways wore dead, and already forgotten. Thei _ 

was an entire world to populate, to conquer ... but above 

all ... to cherish 





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The legend of Henna the Bold began /suHt%WB 
smack rtnh nn top of the world, with the l 

smack dab 

famous DraftBtree-Battlesberry expedi 

You may recall that Sir Robert Draft- 
a tret- Butt leabory of Her Majesty's Royal 
Academy of Science, had ventured * ' ' 

brunch into. Streptoneura, a small but in- 
tensely prolifio Ice dam found only 
within the Arotio circle. 

What the aged professor and hie 
party stumbled upon instead, how- 
ever, rocked the very pillars of 
scientific theory. 

j^ Excellent suggestion, ^\ 

professor. The very idea that ^ 
we shall soon be lucubrating upon 
the msiting habits of the etrepljuiiMini 
— veritably smitten with 

Author: BILL DuBAY/Illustrator: JOSE GONZALEZ 

stories, which fade from the public 
Hernia, the girl from another age! 

The lush 

English countryside 

light. A gentle wind i 

eluded tudor retreat. The home 

dark and eilent. But the omin 

shadow without knows that the 

he seeks is nestled securely within. 

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The flight to the shiekdom of Ali Khan Sade, though 
long and tedious, is remarkably shortened by the in- 
ventive and insatiable appetite of the girl from the 
' e century, A.D. 

The cretinous throwbacks, the brutish natives of 
the planet, have completely overrun The Colony 
now— the monster having scattered most of the col- 
ony population into the jungle, leaving those few re- 
maining inside the colony to fall easy prey to the 
murderous savages. 

's/^ From his vantage point, Zev watches 
» the gruesome circus — dozens of 
slaughtered colonists being piled out- 
side the walls of the city. Zev trembles 
to think Rena is somewhere within 

And all at once the throwbacks run off, terrified by 
the massive silver being, and the snitch-scope helDS 
to rout them out the gate with some well-placed 
blasts right behind them. 

But what force 

in the Universe . . . could 

possibly threaten us? 

But for now, the human 
race must endure a terrible 
revenge, for the Almighty 
Creator is truly a jealous 

Author: JAN STRN AD /Illustrator: RICH CORBEN 

You see that box u 
there? Well, it's 
chock full of canned 
I'd climb up 
and get it, but I 
busted my le u 
you go, I'll split it 
with ya, though! 

Yes, apparently the 
product of accelerated 

growth, like our 
clones . . . like Julie! 

Author & Illustrator: FRANK THORNE 

Dahlb will lead 
us out of this 

hellhole. We'll 
take the horses 

and spill some 
trollish blood 

1 the doing of it 

Still, the cold 
steel against 
my flesh is 
exciting to me. 
Thenef , help 
^with the task. . 

— Bam it twixt 

my lege as 


rammed his 

sword into me! _ 

Well done, oh 

Tammuz. Your 
city will once 
again be safe 
for your wor- 
shippers. It is 
certain. / 

Stunned by Ghita' s display with the sword, Thenef and Dahib follow as 
the maid of Alizarr charges through the tunnel toward the outer exit. 
Thenef is bewildered. Ghita seems transformed . . . spoiling for combat 
with the trollish forces. It's more than the gininead, he believes. Her 
temperament is altered! It's as though she were visited by the spirit of 
Khan-Dagon. himself. Dahib is numb with adoration of the woman. 

Now to test the mettle of the army of three. The odds are heavily 
against them: nearly naked woman, a cowardly wizard and a wounded 
half troll. Thenef envies Dahib's faith in Ghita. She is his goddess. She 
is, to him, immortal. She will protect him. Thenef. however, remains 
unconvinced of her divinity. The Wizard is dumbfounded by her ac- 

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' Dahib's concern for Ghita is deeply felt. His 
sudden vision of a glory long denied his kind 
has long been impossible without his newfound 
object of worship. The halftroll knows by faith 
alone that his goddess will take him into heaven 
when he dies. There, with Ghita by his side, 
they will live together in sublime eternity. 

The half troll's devotion to the woman is blind and 
beyond reason. Only a fool would waste his breath 
telling Dahib that his deity is a wanton wench. His 
nostrils deny him the truth that she stinks from 
sweat. Dahib's eyes behold only her natural beau- 
ty. The grit between her toes and under her finger- 
nails is invisible to him. 

Ghita's speech, laced with profanity and ir- 
reverent comment, seems never to roach 
Dahib's ear. To the halftroll she iB, quite simply, 
divine. Any evidence to the contrary is sum- 
marily dismissed. Ghita does not understand 
his unquestioning devotion. She believes in 
neither gods nor goddesses. 

Halftroils are asexual creatures . . . luckily for 
Dahib. His goddess is gifted with a body that could 
steam the foreheads of angels. Alas, however, 
many that were less than angels had shared her 
gifts. She is tawdry, obscene, good-humored and 
thieving. To Dahib she will ever be the queen of 


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Boy, you guys really had me 
scared there. When 1984 #6 came 
and went without the usual epi- 
sodic adventure of my favorite 
funny book hero, I'd thought he'd 
been relegated to oblivion for sure. 

But then oame issue seven #7. 
and Happy Jim Sunblaster was 
there in his usual full-color glory, 
hawking subscriptions to 1984, 
and my trepidation was calmed 
once and for all. 

I knew you simply could not 
abandon one of the comics' finest 
cult hucksters sinoe Charles 

Tacoma, Wash. 

Us abandon Happy Jim? How 
could we ever do such a thing, 
Howie? It would be like Christmas 
without a Santa Claual 


idiotic costumed comic book he- 
roes. Rich Margopolous put about 
as much thought into "Kaiser 
Warduke" as the average Marvel 
- scripter puts into one of that com- 
pany's assembly-line tales: None 
at all! 

Oceanville, N.J. 

I would like to comment on one of 
the more neglected factor b of 
1984 magazine, but one that 
makes reading the magazine a 
distinct pleasure: The way the 
magazine is produced. 

I am amazed, really at the ultra- 
clean look of the entire publica- 
tion. The clean type face spaced 
evenly within the perfectly oval 
balloons in every panel, give 1984 
a distinct look and personality 
unlike any other comic magazine 
published today. 

It's a small thing really, and I 
would never have notioed it if not 
for the debate raging on your let- 
ters pages over the validity of re- 
placing hand lettering with ma- 
chine-set type. But I think it 
shows what a great deal of care is 
put into every issue of the maga- 
zine. Care, and I would imagine a 
certain amount of pride. 

Brownsville, Texas 

Our overworked and long- 
neglected production department 
thanks you, Wilson. 


I caught Frank Thome's act at the 
San Diego Comic Convention last 
year. And it seems to me that 
GbJta is an offshoot of his Wizard 
and Bed Sonja performance, with 
Ghita's sodden vizir portraying 
grand master Thorne himself! 

Clarkson, Calif. 

I was under the impression that 
1984 was supposed to be a maga- 
zine about the future. I don't want 
to be sour grapes, but what does 
Ghita have to do with the future? 
Cromwell, Okla. 

You got us, Beggst Ghita's central 
theme may be unrelated to the 
world of tomorrow. But It sure la 
fun to read, isn't it!? 

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The second, long- in- coming revolutionary war was a lot like the first: Brought about 
by a corrupt, uncaring government bleeding the population of every right, every 
freedom, every dollar it could squeeze forth. 

And like that first American j 

war of Independence, the '84 ] 

rebellion had its heroes, its i 

legends . . . and its martyrs! 


Like good Americans everywhere, I t 

layed down like a whipped dog when Uncle 

Teddy rationed me to ten gallons of gas a 

onth! I grit my teeth when he ripped off 

Dre and more of my paycheck to pay the 

deral deficit. I didn t even bitch a lot when 

he pushed the price of food out of reach of 

Joe- average American. 

Even though I'd never owned 
a gun in my life, it seemed u 
just, immoral and a whole lot 
like murder to deprive citi- 
zens of their right to protect 
themselves . . . especially i 
such turbulent times! 

And yet, for all my dissident 
opinions, it's doubtful that I 
would ever have voiced an objec- 
tion against the actions and 
policies of my goverment. One 
simply did not do sunh things 
when one was given a proper up- 
bringing in the posh Kennedy- 
owned world of Hyannis Port, 
Massachuset ts . 

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Hey, men . . . 
. you can't — 1 . 


Jimmy managed to wrest e 
gun from one of the pig bastards. 
Neither of us, after a lifetime of 
pampered Luxury, had ever before 
held a weapon. But we were Butch 
and Sundance. Poncho and Cisco, 
Batman and Robin ae we emptied 
our olipe in the name of truth, 
justice and the American Way! 

And thoBe who had 
instinctively to know, that 
e doing, we had ' " "' 

Jimmy and I ne 
Neither of us had a 
blood between us. 
thrust upon i 

-. ;■: fate. 

Once on the patriotic road, of right- 
turning back. We were instant, 
full-blown revolutionaries, sought 
by every law- e—" -roc merit, agency 

We began our Robin Hood roles by 
"appropriating" just enough 
funds to finance a fledgling army. 

Our tactics lie in psychological 
warfare. Pigs and blackshirts had to 
die. It wasn t pretty, but tactically it 
brutal necessity! 

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